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Nah, son. I can’t let this shit rock, man. I mean, is this what battling has come to, fam? A rapper ducking DIRECT smoke and going back to subliminal dissing? Look, I’ve always acknowledged that I’m a Drake fan. But, I can’t fuck with how he’s handled this Pusha T situation, bruh. On the real, someone get “8 Out of 10” the fuck outta here, brethren! All in all, I can’t respect the jabs he’s throwing when the battle is already waaaay past that.

Ok, as I’m sure everyone knows, Drake just dropped his Scorpion album today. Now, for those who don’t know, the record is a double album. Basically, the “A Side” is more Rap-influenced, while the “B Side” is more R&B-influenced. Side note, am I the only one who noticed that Big K.R.I.T. already treads similar water with his 4eva Is a Mighty Long Time album? Yeah, Krizzle doesn’t have a straight R&B side, but he definitely breaks up the harder songs from the more melodic songs.

Anyway, on my first listen to Scorpion, I came across a song called “8 Out of 10.” In it, Drake is definitely throwing shots at a couple of people. Now, based on some of the bars, I can tell that he’s trying to get back at Pusha. Shit, when Drake says “the only deadbeats is whatever beats I been rappin’ to,” he’s definitely talking to Pusha. When he says “Max said they only blessed when they attached to you,” he’s definitely talking about Pusha. Here’s the thing, son: these jabs ain’t good enough now, man!

Look, here’s why I don’t like how Drake has approached this beef. Real talk, if he ignored Pusha from the jump, then all of this might have been acceptable. However, Drake jumped in the ring with him, fam. Keeping it a buck, when Drake put out “Duppy Freestyle,” he was basically saying that he wanted all of the smoke, bruh. So, if that’s the case, he can’t go back into the shadows when shit gets real, son. Hell, when “The Story of Adidon” dropped, there was radio silence from Drake. Like, instead of a diss track, J. Prince was going around copping pleas for Drake and Drake himself addressed the blackface issue.

With all of that being, I can’t accept these subliminal disses now. If the beef is supposed to be over, like J. Prince said, then let it go, man. All I know is, Drake can’t engage with Pusha, duck the heat and THEN throw subtle shots after that. All I can say is, that’s not the Hip-Hop I want to see, fam. Either it’s beef or it’s not, bruh. There is no in-between, folks.

In the end, I’m still digesting this Scorpion album, son. I mean, it’s 25 fucking songs, man! Ultimately, with my schedule, it’s going to take me forever to get through this shit, fam. By and by, I’m still a Drake fan, bruh. But, I just don’t like the way he handled this shit, people. At the end of the day, none of this shit is going to matter to the DrakeHive. Look, homie can do no wrong in their eyes, brethren. It just is what it is. LC out.

So, I won’t lie, son. I’m absolutely trolling with the title of this post, man. On the real, I have no intention of pitting Nas against Jay-Z and Beyoncé, fam. Shit, even though I believe The Carters are being a liiiiiittle bit petty with their release date, I have no evidence to back that up, bruh. With that being said, I’d much rather take this time to talk about the music on Nasir and Everything Is Love. All in all, let’s just get to the shits, folks.

Ok, for those who missed it, it seems like everybody dropped a damn album on Friday, son. Side note, a huge shout-out to Jay Rock, man. Real talk, his Redemption album is fucking DOPE, fam! Everyone should really take a listen. In any case, let’s get back to Nas, Hov & Bey, bruh. To begin, let’s start with Nasir, the new Kanye West-produced Nas album. So, since CoonYe, excuse me, Kanye is behind the boards, it’s probably best to start with the production, people. Now, it’s common knowledge that I’m not feeling Kanye’s whole vibe right now. However, that fool still knows how to make a damn beat, brethren.

Keeping it a buck, Kanye devised the perfect plan for a Nas album: don’t let Nas pick any of the beats and don’t let Nas write any of the hooks. Look, as legendary of emcee that Nas is, he’s TERRIBLE at picking instrumentals, son. Hell, he even uses the song “Simple Things” to address that fact on the album, man. Listen, he tries to spin it in some cool way like “never sold a record for the beat, it’s my verses they purchase,” but come on, fam. He knows damn well his beat selection game is tri-di-dash, bruh. In addition, with The-Dream, 070 Shake and Kanye handling hook duties, Nas can just focus on rapping. Frankly, I don’t know why other producers haven’t taken this approach before.

Anyway, as weird as it is for me to say this, I must be frank, son. *Sigh* Nas himself is my problem with this album, man. Keeping it a buck, this isn’t the best version of Nasir, no pun intended. Listen, Nas will always be able to put words together, fam. Like, that’s his gift in life, bruh. But, I have two issues with his rhyming on this album. First, he raps offbeat… a lot. Shit, just listen to the first song where he talks about the founder of Fox News being Black. It’s offbeat as a muhfucka, folks! Also, his overall bars aren’t as descriptive as I would like them to be. Look, this is the man who wrote “I Gave You Power,” people. He can do better than “Black kids get hit with like five.” That’s all I’m saying, brethren.

Now, that’s all I have to say for Nas, son. Listen, I see people going crazy over the album, but I still think it could’ve been better, man. In addition, we can’t ignore Ye’s fuckery and Kelis‘s allegations against Nas. All I can say is, I don’t blame certain individuals for not fucking with the album, fam. Shit, I’m at the point where I don’t even know who to support anymore, bruh. I swear, all of our heroes may be trash, folks. *Sigh* Being a fan is damn near impossible these days, people. Well, that’s all I’m going to say about that.

Moving on, let’s talk about Jay and Bey’s surprise album, son. Now, to be fair, I haven’t given this album enough spins to have a definitive feeling about it. Ok, yeah, I’ve listened to it about five times, but that’s still not enough time to understand all of the nuance and intricacies, man. In any case, from my first impressions, I must say that the production is immaculate, fam. Look, when I say “immaculate,” I’m purely talking about sonic quality, bruh. On the real, The Carters would NEVER put out a record that isn’t well-produced, people. Shit, they have too much money and too much access for that, folks.

In any case, from a subject matter standpoint, the album ain’t really about nothing. I mean, they already address their marital issues on both Lemonade and 4:44, son. Frankly, unless they start naming Hov’s side pieces, they can’t really shed too much more light on their union. So, where does that leave us? With a lot of stunting in the lyrics, man. Now, stunting is always a good time, so the album has jams to rock out to. But, it’s not like the album is some life-changing work that I need to come running back to. Listen, could I feel differently in a couple of weeks? Maybe. But, as of right now, the album is just cool, fam. Nothing more, nothing less.

In the end, June has been active as fuck with the music, son. Ultimately, there’s gotta be something for everyone, man. All I know is, I’m still on this Daytona album by Pusha T, fam. At the end of the day, who doesn’t want to hear about “flipping a bird” while zoning out at work? That is all. LC out.

So, I’m a hypocrite, son. Like, my logical side knew better than to listen to ye, man. But, the voracious music-lover in me fell for the fucking okie-doke, fam. Despite all of Kanye West‘s nonsense, I still gave that fool 20 minutes of my time, bruh. *Sigh* And after all of that, the album wasn’t even good, people. All I know is, this is the time where I need to stop trying to separate the art from the artist, folks.

Ok, so, this post isn’t an album review, per se. On the real, this article is simply me rambling about how much of a clusterfuck this record is, son. I mean, it’s amazing how a 7-song album can still be disjointed and all over the place, man. Look, between the unnecessary beat changes, Kim Kardashian references and talk of killing someone, there’s no cohesion to this record, fam. Frankly, I’m amazed that he put out an album like this after nailing the production on Pusha T‘s Daytona. Then again, who the fuck knows what goes on in Kanye’s mind, bruh?

Now, besides the album sonics, I’m mad at myself for even giving ye the time of day, son. Listen, it’s no secret that I’m a HUGE Kanye West fan. However, at some point, enough has to be enough, man. Keeping it a buck, I’m not even sure if I want to keep listening to Pusha’s album, fam. Real talk, I don’t like the idea of putting ANY money in Kanye’s pocket, bruh. Shit, I’m not sure exactly how much money artists get some streaming, but it’s still more than he deserves right now, people. All I can say is, a dope beat from Kanye is not worth the tomfoolery and coonery that comes along with it.

In the end, I just needed to check myself, son. Ultimately, I’m choosing not to be a slave to my former appreciation of Kanye West. By and by, this is one of the ONLY times a Black person is choosing not to be slave, man. At the end of the day, as much as I love music, supporting him just isn’t worth it, fam. That is all. LC out.

Man, I’ve been talking about Pusha T for almost a week, son. All I know is, between his album, Daytona, and his beef with Drake, all of his moves have been good for Hip-Hop. So, I don’t regret a cotdamn thing, man. In any case, today’s post isn’t exactly about Pusha, fam. If anything, his recent diss to Drake has brought out all of the sensitive people, bruh. Listen, for those who are new to Rap music, battling has ALWAYS been disrespectful, brethren. All in all, if anybody thinks that Pusha went too far on “The Story Of Adidon,” then CLEARLY that person doesn’t know Rap history, folks.

Ok, before I continue, I want to give everybody a little homework, son. Now, it’s impossible for me to highlight every diss song ever released, man. I mean, waaaaaay too many muhfuckas have been snapped on, fam. However, there are three particular songs that are strong enough to prove my point. So, I want everyone to go listen to Tupac Shakur‘s “Hit ‘Em Up,” Jay-Z‘s “Supa Ugly” and 50 Cent‘s “Back Down.” The first song came out in 1996, the second came out in 2001 and the third came out in 2003. Basically, in that decade alone, three of the most disrespectful diss tracks were released, bruh.

Now, let’s examine these songs, son. To begin, let’s talk about “Hit ‘Em Up,” man. So, in the span of one verse, Tupac talks about smashing The Notorious B.I.G.‘s wife, Faith Evans, he calls Lil’ Kim all types of “bitches and hoes” and he threatens to kill the entire Junior M.A.F.I.A. In “Supa Ugly,” Hov talks extensively, and grossly, about how he and Allen Iverson had sex with Nas‘s baby mama, Carmen Bryan. In “Back Down,” 50 explicitly talks about murdering Ja Rule‘s mother, father, wife and children. Shit, he literally says that he would “erase” Ja’s “dirty ass kids,” fam. My God, that’s another level of beef, bruh.

So, in light of all of these songs, is Pusha’s diss to Drake really that disrespectful? Ok, yes, it is, but it’s still not the harshest response in Rap history, son. Look, individually, we all might taken offense to certain punchlines. However, at the end of the day, this is Hip-Hop, man. The entire objective of beef is to demolish the opposition, fam. Needless to say, Pusha is doing EXACTLY what it takes to come out on top, bruh.

In the end, folks need to lighten the fuck up, son. Ultimately, as long as no one is throwing hands or busting shots, let the beef cook, man. By and by, a little verbal gymnastics never hurt anybody, fam. With that being said, I’m still looking for Drake’s response, bruh. All I can say is, he’s going to need to come five times harder than “Duppy Freestyle,” people. That is all. LC out.

So, let me begin this post by saying that I’m a HUGE Pusha T fan. I mean, ever since the Clipse dropped Lord Willin’ in 2002, I’ve been a stan, son. Side note, as my boy Fabian can attest to, I fronted on that album when it first came out. Nevertheless, I repented for my sins like a day later. In any case, I’m also a big Drake fan, man. With that being said, I’m happy that they’re throwing caution to the wind and letting the shots fly, fam. All I know is, after listening to “Duppy Freestyle,” the first round of this battle goes to Drake, bruh.

Ok, before I continue, let me keep it a buck, son. On the real, I don’t have the time to fully explain the history between Pusha and Drake, man. I mean, I’ll just let Highsnobiety do the work for me, fam. All in all, the feud between Pusha and Drake began as a feud between Pusha, No Malice, Lil Wayne and Birdman. Needless to say, Drake inherited the beef when he signed with Young Money. Crazily, this is a squabble that’s been going on for damn near a decade, bruh. All I can say is, that’s a long time to hold a grudge, people.

Anyway, the latest round of this beef began when Pusha’s DAYTONA album dropped. Now, the last song on the record is “Infrared,” and Pusha takes aim at the entire YMCMB. He references the fact that Quentin Miller has written rhymes for Drake. He references the fact that Birdman still owes Wayne a grip of money. He also references the fact that Rick Ross has been saying the exact same shit about the Cash Money team. Side note, everyone should go listen to Ross’s “Idols Become Rivals,” son. Just thank me later, pun intended. In any case, the Kanye West-produced “Infrared” is a hard response to Drake’s disses in “Two Birds, One Stone.”

Now, from there, I guess Drake had enough, man. So, instead of another round of subliminal shots, Drake went straight for the jugular, fam. Real talk, “Duppy Freestyle” isn’t even about me and it hurt my feelings, bruh. Shit, that’s how rough it is, folks. Basically, Drake airs ALL of the dirty laundry about Pusha and Kanye. He talks about the fact that he wrote Kanye’s rhymes on “30 Hours.” He talks about the fact that he was just in Wyoming helping them to pen verses. He talks about Ye being jealous of Virgil Abloh, his former creative director, for running Louis Vuitton. He questions the validity of Pusha’s drug-dealing past. Lastly, that “you older than the nigga you running behind” line is particularly gruesome, son. All in all, sheesh!

In the end, the ball is now in Pusha’s court, son. Ultimately, he has a real uphill battle, man. Not because I don’t think he’s capable, but because Drake’s celebrity makes things A LOT harder. Look, even if Pusha’s response is fire, Drake’s fanbase will kill him regardless. By and by, Pusha needs to just focus on these bars, fam. At the end of the day, I’m giving him until the end of the day, bruh. Listen, Pusha can’t let this shit rock, people. Good day. LC out.

P.S. Despite everything I’ve just said, Drake might’ve weakened his own kill shot with that “I’m Upset” record, son. I mean, that song is hot garbage, man. Side note, I can be a fan and still call a spade a spade, fam. Needless to say, this song ain’t it, bruh. That is all.

Look, this post is going to be short today, son. On the real, not a lot needs to be said here, man. I mean, there’s a new Pusha T album, fam! Shit, that’s all a dude like me needs to know, bruh! Furthermore, since this is a Kanye West-produced affair, I’m having a hard time controlling my excitement, people. All in all, Pusha’s new Daytona album is EXACTLY what I want from this duo, folks. Real talk, the record is seven songs of that raw shit, people, pun intended.

Ok, before I continue, let me address the elephant in the room, son. So, the album cover for Daytona is fucking wild, man. Now, for those who are unaware, the artwork (seen above) is a picture of Whitney Houston‘s drug-filled bathroom. Look, I’ve been listening to Push push cocaine on records since 1999, fam. With that being said, even I think the album cover is a little distasteful, bruh. For God‘s sake, that woman actually died from her inability to kick a drug habit. Anyway, it would be easy to just blame Kanye for calling this last minute audible, but Pusha went along with it, people. All I know is, it’s a foul move on both of their parts, brethren.

Moving on, let’s get to the music, son. First, it must be said that I’ve never heard Pusha spit a wack verse, man. So, I was never worried about whether he’d bring the heat or not, fam. Frankly, I was more interested in how the beats would sound, bruh. Listen, since the My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy days, Kanye developed a habit of using like ten producers on every cotdamn song. Gone were the days when he was just chopping vinyl and dropping bars, folks. Anyway, when I heard that he was back on his sampling shit, I wanted to hear how 2018 Ye would sound. Needless to say, he doesn’t disappoint here, people. He’s able to keep the essence of his vintage days AND incorporate some of today’s production techniques.

In the end, what else is there to say, son? Ultimately, the album is hard as fuck, man! So, everyone needs to do themselves a favor and listen to this joint at ignorant levels, fam. By and by, I’m just looking out for everybody’s best interests, bruh. That is all. LC out. EGHCK!